Hello everyone! I can finally post the next chapter. Sorry it took so long, but I don't have much time at the moment. So, read and enjoy... and don't forget to review!

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Puss in Boots

Fast & Furious

I'm outta the room before the bell's stopped ringing. For a split second, I look around wildly. Where the hell is he? I run out of the building, without even pausing to say sorry when I run over Dr. Lawson halfway down the corridor. Not that I would, even if I had the time.

Outside the front doors I pause again, looking for Roddy. He can't have gone far in that short a time. Only where is he? There's only one road leading away from the school, ergo he must have gone that way. I run about fifty yards through the parking lot – which is packed with cars I could only afford if I killed my rich uncle Don Tomas – and look down the street. No Roddy. Crap!

Since I have no idea where Roddy lives and he's way outta sight, there's only one way to catch up with him. The brand-new Porsche Cayman which is parked right next to me. And it is unlocked. The temptation would be too great even if I didn't have to catch up with Roddy. And yes, that is indeed why I got thrown outta my third school in Portland.

I throw a quick glance over my shoulder to check no one's there. There isn't. Good. I slip into the fancy black sports car before anyone sees me. Just for the record, I would have been able to open it, even if the doors had been locked. And I also would have been able to start up the motor, even if the key hadn't been in the car. But is, so why make things anymore complicated?

I put my foot down and speed outta the parking lot. Wow! This is pretty awesome! It certainly is a lot different from the tuned Mazda RX 8 I used to drive – before my uncle confiscated it. Speeding down the road in that incredible car, I almost forget to look for Roddy. Almost. But not entirely.

Just as I drift around a bend, I spot him. He's carrying the black case of his violin over his shoulder and, I swear, I've never seen anyone look so grim. No wonder though. After all, he just got thrown outta the most expensive private school in Portland.

I hit the brakes. Hard. Too hard for just coming out of a drift. The tires are screeching. But I don't flinch. You get used to stuff like that when you drive in illegal car races. The car comes to a full stop next to Roddy.

I let down the window on the passenger site and call out, "Hi rat boy! Want a ride home?"

The look on Roddy's face is just epic. Anger and suspicion about school are mixing with aw and shock about the car. "Pretty badass, isn't it?" I say, unable to hide my glee. "Where the hell d' you get that?" He asks. I shrug, "In a parking lot – Come on. Get in!"

Cars are starting to arrive behind me slowly building up a queue. Get a move on, Roddy! The last thing I want is my record saying 'causing traffic holdup with a Porsche Cayman'. That would be so embarrassing!

He stares for another second, then shakes his head. What the heck? Who on earth wouldn't want a ride in this car?! "I don't drive stolen cars." He states. I scoff. Pretty bold statement for someone who usually doesn't miss a single opportunity to get into trouble. And quite apart from that, "I wasn't expecting you to drive!" I spit. Honestly as if I'd miss a chance to be behind the wheel of THIS car! "Besides, I didn't steal it, I just borrowed it" It is true. I want to put it back in the parking lot – even if it's gonna be the hardest decision of my life.

Roddy doesn't seem too convinced of my honesty, because he puts on a quizzical look and doesn't move an inch. Great. The queue behind me has already stretched to a considerable length and a white Mercedes seems to think parking in the middle of a street's inappropriate. They honk the horn. "Shut up, you idiot!" I yell, even though I know he can't hear me. "Come on Roddy! I mean it. I'm driving next to you all the way if I have to!" He pauses again, but then finally decides that I'm not gonna give up anyway and gets in. Good.

"Put your seatbelt on!" I say. Roddy stares, "You're not serious, are you?" My face stays expressionless, "Damn serious." I say. I'm gonna teach that stupid guy in the Mercedes a lesson. I wait till he's fastened it and the put my foot down. Bye bye white Mercedes.

I only speed until we leave the other cars from the school behind us. No need to risk our necks just yet. I'll save that for later. As I turn to ask Roddy where he lives I realize he's clinging desperately to the handholds. He looks petrified. "You alright?" I ask tentatively. It takes a moment for him to speak, when he finally does speak, his voice sounds somewhat shaken, "You don't happen to be in one of the Fast & Furious movies, do ya?" I don't know whether this is supposed to be a compliment or an insult, so I just laugh to mask my self-consciousness. Anyway, I decide it's better to respect the speed limits from now on.

I don't really have time to worry 'bout that though, 'cause something else comes to my mind: I don't have even the slightest idea where to drive. "So anyway, where d' you live?" I ask, turning towards the main street. I can't look at Roddy's face because I have to keep an eye on the traffic, but I can literally feel him tensing up. "Down by the river" he says. Well thanks, that was helpful. "Anymore specific?" I ask back, trying hard to keep the sarcasm outta my voice. "Just drop me off on Front Street." Alright, so it's THAT kinda neighborhood. I get now, why he doesn't want me to drive him home. He's embarrassed. But still… "You don't live in the warehouse, do you?"

"No" he answers tonelessly. Of course he doesn't. That would have been way too easy. "Then how bad can it be?" Seriously, I've been in some of the worst living situations, so I know what I'm talking about.

Roddy on the other hand doesn't know about that. And he shows it alright: "You have no idea!" he snaps at me, "You know nothing about how I live! Not with your rich uncle paying full tution!" I hit the gas. Now you've gone too far, rat boy! The car shoots off at once. "You really think that?" my voice is dangerously close to a hiss. I can feel my blood red fingernails lengthen to claws and I know my eye color is changing. Great. He's making me woge again.

Anyway, I'm way outta control. "You really think just because my UNCLE's rich I don't know what it means to be poor? Man, we practically lived on the streets before my stuck-up uncle decided he needed to help!" There's a red light just ahead. I should brake. But I'm not finished yet, "Don't you dare thinking I don't know what that means!" The traffic light is coming closer. I really need break now. "Cat…" Roddy sounds slightly worried now. I'm still speeding. "Cat, please…" I'm still not breaking "No!" I shout at him, "I know what it means to be poor. So, hell, tell me where you live!"

"Fuck, Cat brake! It's 21 Front Street. A trailer down by the river. Sign saying Geiger Pest Control. Brake, oh hell!"

I hit the brakes. The tires are screeching, but we're still moving. There's a truck crossing the intersection just ahead. Time is slowing down. Until… The car comes to a stop just before the white line on the ground. We're both jerked forward and I hit my forehead on the steering wheel.

For a minute we both sit there breathing heavily. Then Roddy speaks up, "Cat," his blue eyes are still wide with shock. "Please don't do that again!" Even though I'm still kinda shaken, it makes me laugh, "I won't unless you keep insulting me!"